..I was a very young & inexperienced girl when I wrote this. :) ******* -------------------------------------------------------------------------On My...Knees For You(written May 20, 1998)As I took a deep breath and your hands lifted my top from my breasts, I saw me sitting on your desk in the trailer office with you standing in front of me. Your hands under my shirt as we kissed and my hands were down your unzipped pants. The heat of that motion burned me from the center of my soul. My knees. ”She mumbled something I didn’t understand as I helped her up and led her to the car. As I opened the car door she could barely stand and was nearly incoherent. I did manage to open the door and put her in and she slumped against the door as I closed it. She leaned back and fell asleep in seconds. Closing and locking the car door I went in and got my Marlboros and a liter of crown Royal. “Hey Fred”, I asked of the liquor store owner, “What’s the story on the girl old fat ass was yelling at. I just made her red ass look even hotter to me."Now for the fun part" I told her as I got on my knees behind her and fucked her wet pussy. "OH, FUCK!" I heard her scream. "FUCK I'VE BEEN BAD." As I fucked her I pulled on the rope. "FUCK, MASTER CAN I CUM." She begged me."Not yet, not fucking yet." I kept fucking her and she kept begging me."OH PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE LET ME CUM!" Fine, you can cum now." I only let her cum because I could tell that I was going to cum soon to. She came on my. It opened easily by following her instructions.“Go tell Celia where you are going to be for the next few days, while I take this upstairs. Then meet me outside.” We both left the ‘sitting room’; I detour to the kitchen to see Cara who was baking some of her fabulous bread and she to find her partner in crime. “Cara, this is for you as a thank you for all your hard work.”“This is too much, my Lord. I can’t take this.” She was wringing her hands on her apron.“You make the best bread I’ve ever.